After deliberating for a long time, they reached a decision and departed one after another.
The golden crow sank westward, and a blood-red setting sun shrouded the Barbarian camp.
The Barbarian army began lighting fires to cook, wisps of smoke curling into the air.
A figure silently approached the camp, taking in the entire layout of the Barbarian encampment as he waited patiently for the right moment.
Night had fallen deep. The Barbarian camps stretched for dozens of miles, tents packed together beneath blazing bonfires.
Barbarian soldiers took turns patrolling through the night. Their defenses were tight, and every corner exuded a chilling, murderous air.
At the heart of the camp, heavily guarded and watched over by powerful experts, lay the vital core of the entire Barbarian army.
Li Xuancang concealed the aura of his qi and blood, his figure melding into the darkness. Like a gust of wind howling past, he slipped silently into the Barbarian main camp.
After infiltrating for only a moment, he found his target.
An elite Barbarian guard stood outside one tent, their Killing Intent thick and heavy.
Within the tent, qi and blood surged mightily, faintly giving off the formidable cultivation fluctuations of the Astral Qi Realm.
The lamplight inside the tent flickered. Tuoba Shou sat before a table, reviewing the gains and losses of the day's defeat and tallying troop casualties, utterly unaware of any danger.
The guards outside stood solemnly at attention, their vigilance airtight, believing their defenses to be impregnable.
They had never imagined that someone would be so audacious as to dare storm the main camp alone in the dead of night.
"Buzz!"
The night wind stilled, and a figure suddenly burst forth.
Li Xuancang did not sneak about in secret. He had been gathering strength in the shadows, then